NELSON'S POV"Nelson... What are you doing here?" Amelia asked me, surprised and perplexed. She seemed to have stayed glued to her seat. The tension that hung in the air was unmistakably thick, simmering between our locked gaze. From the look on her face, I could sense how flabbergasted Amelia was. She sat rigidly in her chair, her eyes fixed on me. Her mouth dropped open, and her hands flew up from her laps, barely covering her face as it hung mid air. "That's not important now," I roared, moving towards her in a predatory style. "I should be asking you what you are doing here?" "I can explain," she answered, lips quivering as if threatening to fall apart. Her eyes were now red and calling for empathy. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up, her face frozen in a mask of astonishment as she struggled to process how my presence came about.I bet she must have thought it was a set up. "You have just a few minutes to explain yourself, and your time starts now," I growled, my ange
ALEX'S POVThe dimly lit room smelled of old books, and aged whiskey. A scent I had associated with my grandfather's apartment since a very tender age. Grandfather sat across from me, on his wheelchair as usual. His frail arms rested on the edge of the chair. Despite being aged, his sharp eyes studied me, leaving a lasting impression that he used to be a great observer right since time. But the frailness in his gaze made me doubt him, wondering if he still possessed the same air of authority he possessed years ago. "Would grandfather be able to help on this?" I cussed beneath my breath. But I needed to trust the process. I needed to give him a trial, especially now that Nelson was aware of my arrival and the possibility of him knowing that I had met with Amelia. I knew Nelson could be a hard nut to crack, and he would make a retaliating approach, but I was ready for everything he had in store. Grandfather cleared his throat, his old but thick voice jilted me to the moment. "You m
AMELIA'S POV"It's been a long time since I last came here, not much has changed though. I guess Nelson was still the same as well, quirk as ever." The voice echoed from downstairs as I descended the stairs, my eyes staring sideways in a detached gaze. The voice was unfamiliar. None that I've ever heard of. My feet stamped against the hard floor as I went downstairs, but the echoing sound of the stranger overshadowed its sound. My heart beat slowly, syncing with my footsteps. Who was that?Finally, I was downstairs, a sense of emotional numbness washed over me. My eyes scanned the living room, eager to catch a glimpse of whoever was there. Stephanie walked past me, carrying a small luggage, one that seemed too heavy for her, but she wasn't going to give up. "Hey," the voice came again, but this time, directed at me. "I'm Hazel," she grinned, stretching forth her hand without invitation. "I'm Nelson's cousin." I hesitated before taking her hands, my eyes scanning her simultane
AMELIA'S POVI looked up at Hazel, my eyes locked with hers, my gaze narrowed, and irritation was evident in them. My breath slowed pace, coming a little slower than usual, my chest rose and fell with a growing sense of anger. "How dare you?" I yelled. The slap had echoed through the room like a gunshot.For a moment, everything went silent , the kind of silence that made one feel uncomfortable in the ears. My cheek burned even hotter. I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. My jaw dropped, mouth slightly opened as the sharp pain spread from the side of my face to the back of my neck.I grabbed my cheeks still, frustration boiling through me. "How dare you slap me?" I yelled again.Hazel stood in front of me, her hand still raised, a smirk curling on her lips."I said now, Amelia," she reiterated, her voice cutting through the silence. She didn't even give a damn about the pain that burned on my cheek. "Go prepare lunch for me now, or I might have to give you another one."I blinked, my hea
AMELIA'S POV "Do you think wearing Nelson's ring makes you special?" Hazel's voice cut through the air like a razor, her arms crossed over her chest, a wicked smile playing at the corner of her lips. I stood stiffly by the dining table, the pain from her cruel words burned through my chest, just as much as the slap from earlier. My nails dug into my palms, but I managed to keep my face straight despite the turmoil. Rose plopped lazily on the couch, sipping her juice as if this was a show meant solely for her entertainment. Her lips curled into a mocking smile."She actually does," Rose muttered. "I mean it's cute, like a little girl playing games in a house."I felt like I had been punched in the gut, I swallowed hard, keeping my voice as steady as I could. "And I never said I was special, I only stated that I was Nelson’s wife."Although I wasn't sure if it was true, that was a subtle reminder that no matter how small, I still had a place there, although I didn't know how long.
NELSON'S POVThe squeaking sound of the door jolted me back to reality. I straightened my head, shaking off the overwhelming feeling of disappointment that washed over me. My company's biggest and most recent achievement - partnership with tranXglobal group was at the verge of crumbling. "You sent for me, sir," Benita articulated immediately as she stepped in. Her navy blue shirt neatly tucked into her skirt, her hair perfectly styled into a ponytail and her overall appearance commanded formality and efficiency. I pushed myself back a bit, leaning my back against my chair. "Yeah, I did. We should talk about the newly added clause , alright?"She nodded, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Her fingers twisted into each other, resting slightly above her knee. "Okay, sir.""You may sit." She pulled the visitor's chair, slumping her body into it. "I think we might have to face the bitter reality at this point," I uttered, observing her reaction.She adjusted her position, eyes searchin
ALEX'S POV"What do you mean?" I fired, my voice rising beyond my control. I couldn't help but feel my disappointment skyrocket as I plopped the phone to my ear. My fingers clenched into fists without my approval, rubbing against my warm thigh."I'm sorry, Alex. But they tried, my team gave it their best possible..." the voice trailed off as if waiting to hear my heartbeat, then it continued "...to convince them into agreeing to the clause."The words felt strange, like a blow to my face. The sudden realization that my plan was crashing, and the walls of my mission was crumbling, dug deep into my soul, rekindling my quest for vengeance. I hesitated, letting my hammering heart steady a bit, then said, "They didn't try enough then. I mean what's so difficult in convincing a company to sign a beneficial deal, all they freaking had to do was give them fake promises, lure them in with benefits.... even if they are not there."The line was quiet for a while, and the lingering silence seeme
AMELIA'S POV Nelson sat behind his massive oak desk, his face straight and posture narrowed. Looking from the entrance, his face was a cold mask of indifference. It was my first time ever in his office and I couldn't help but marvel at the captivating beauty which welcomed my sight. "Sign it," he yelled, his voice echoing through the walls of the expensive setting of the office. His voice was clipped, lacking any iota of warmth. The way he addressed me made me feel worthless, like I was nothing more than a business transaction.His office smelled faintly of cedarwood and leather, the scent was sharp in my nose as I stepped forward hesitantly. His gaze, penetrative and distant, didn’t shift toward me as he slid the document across the polished desk. "I have other things to attend to," he said again, dragging another file across from the table.My fingers shook as I reached for the papers. Why was this so urgent? Bryan had picked me up with no explanation. The only response I had g
NELSON'S POV'CEO'The word shattered in my mind as I read it in my head. The kind of shattering sound that accompanied a glass falling to the ground. Was I going to lose the title in such a shameful way?The clock tickled continuously, a cruelsome reminder that the hours were counting down. My gaze narrowed and my jaw clenched as I calculated the hours left before the crucial board meeting. Investors were already on my neck, threatening to withdraw their shares if as the CEO, I couldn't salvage the situation of my dying company in 96 hours. Not only that, I had to compensate them for the recent losses. My company was seriously indebted now. Over the last six months, returns on investment had been declining, and with each passing day, the company was losing a significant percentage of its revenue, leading to an unaccountable amount of losses on finances.I stood up, frustration taking a toll on me. My shadow roamed around the office, a result of my restless pacing. My eyes scanned t
AMELIA'S POVMy forehead twisted, wrinkling together in a way that made my brows almost touched each other. My lips were as heavyy as lead now. I was surprised at the request, not because she had not made such request in the past but because she already made me assure her that I was going to do whatever she requested and that felt like a death trap."Mommy, say something," her tiny voice came again, jerking me off from my thought. She looked so innocent as she spoke. Innocent of everything that had happened, of the circumstances surrounding her birth. Of how difficult this request was for me to grant."You are not going to keep to your words right?" She asked, her voice laced with desperation. I wish she would give up but that was nothing different from chasing after the wind.I had always came up with one excuse or the other whenever she asked about her dad. In fact, I didn't know what else to say to her because I seemed to have ran out of excuses."I'll do that, my angel. If that's
AMELIA'S POV 5 YEARS LATERStanding before the mirror, my mind reeled with bewilderment at the reflection that I saw. I could almost say the woman inside the mirror wasn't me.Except for memories which brought back the pain from the past, there was no trace of the hurt anymore. The scar, disappeared and the wounds healed.This is the kind of woman I had wanted to be. An independent woman, with a world of her own. Ruling her life and not having to live in accordance with whatever standard any fucking person set for her. I styled my hair in the regular manner, applied my make up. My lip gloss was resting seductively on my small lips. One last glance at the mirror and satisfaction from my appearance washed over me, I headed out of the room.My heels clicked against the floor, a constant thing which usually announced to the house that I was ready to go to work."Good morning, mummy." I turned to see Daisy, sitting on her favorite couch in the living room, fingers crossed on her chest,
AMELIA'S POVThe cold wind brushed against my skin as I stepped out of the burial ground, making my body tremble slightly despite the scorching weather. My fingers trembled from clutching the flowers I had just placed on the grave.His name rang in my head, perhaps for the last time. It was cold and final. I swallowed the lump that was still in my throat, fighting back tears that threatened to blind my vision."Rest well and forgive me," I whispered again, the rustling trees barely making my voice inaudible.As I turned to leave finally, a wave of dizziness washed over me. I stopped, gripping the iron fence to steady myself. Maybe it was just exhaustion. I hadn't eaten much lately and I had barely slept. Grief enveloped me, like a butterfly to a flower.'You'll be fine,' I murmured to myself. 'Just get home.'But with every step, my legs grew heavier and weaker, lagging helplessly against the dusty ground. It was as if a magnetic force was pulling my leg from beneath. My breath quic
NELSON'S POV"A man never makes a wrong decision," I cautioned myself as I stood in front of the mirror. I didn't know how long I had been standing there. Maybe minutes or hours?The only thing I knew was that the man inside the mirror wasn't the me that I used to know.Everything in my life had been going well until recently. My company had mysteriously lost the opportunity of partnering with one of the largest firms in the city due to a devilish clause that was beyond explanation. In order to secure enough financial back up to keep my company running, I had decided to divorce Amelia according to Linda's request, but still, she wouldn't let me have a grasp of my father's assets.And to worsen it all, Alex, my you get brother whom I thought was dead and gone for good, had just appeared. He wasn't dead.And just like everyone would do, he wanted revenge.My slender frame had become even more tiny, my eyes were empty, making it obvious that I lacked happiness. My shoulder, wide as the
AMELIA'S POVJust like everyone says, I had always thought grief would come in waves, or still, in little drops. But no, it was different standing here. And the scorching weather did not in any way offer fortitude.As the casket lowered beneath the earth, letting in what remained of a man I never thought I would cry for. A cold shiver pierced through my skin, and fresh tears streamed down my cheeks again.Beside me, Pastor Evans adjusted his posture against the wind, his kind eyes watching me before he opened his mouth. "You can say something if you’d like," he offered gently. His voice was steady, against the storm of emotions swirling inside me.My life had grown into an abode of unsteadiness, a whirlwind of emotions and occurrences. A minute, it would be a happy one, the next it would be a sad occurrence.I swallowed hard, words stuck in my throat like a piece of stone. What do you even say at a funeral where you’re the only mourner, wouldn't it just be as if I was addressing mys
AMELIA'S POVI stared at the check in my hand as the car drove slowly away. I clutched it tight as it might vanish any moment from now. The number on it was outrageous, too surreal to believe.I felt like bursting into a long dry laugh. I mean just some hours ago, I was sleeping in my ex lover's house, reminiscing on the shock that came with Nelson's sudden request for divorce.I was still filled with pain and bitterness towards Nelson. One minute I was his wife, the next I was a piece of trash. I had hoped he would change, see me for my worth, and acknowledge me beyond the contract but I was wrong. Funny thing? I didn't realize I was wrong until I was forced out, with nothing to go back to. Not even a home.And now… this? A fortune dropped into my lap like a twisted fairytale. Only that I wish this wasn’t one of those crazy dreams, because I might keep living my life in the dream world.No, dreams didn’t come wrapped in guilt and regret. So it wasn't a dream.I felt the earlier feel
My eyes widened in shock, hands tracing the edge of my dress. I tried to speak but I couldn't, until I finally forced the words out. “But you almost gave me the check just now," I retorted slowly. "I'm sorry for the mix up, It was a mistake, Amelia. There's one more thing.” " And that is?” "A signatory is required.” What does that even mean? " A signatory?” I asked as if I didn't hear him the first time. " Yes, someone who signs to confirm your identity. It could be anyone, so far they have a certificate of citizenship.” With that I stood to leave. Fuck! I was just about claiming a life changing fortune. Why did it not work? Outside the building, I stood arms akimbo. Frustration washed over me fresh and undiluted. A salty liquid washed over my skin. I was sweating. Who could be my signatory? Clara, the only friend I had who could help out was out of reach. Minutes passed away, there was no one to call, no hope in sight. Then the name called in my head. 'Alex.’ “No," I s
AMELIA'S POVThe sound of the door echoed in my ears for minutes. I was rooted to the spot, my legs felt as if they had been planted to the spot.Why did it have to be me again?For several moments, I couldn't leave the spot. My hands glued to my waist, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment mixed with sorrow, attempting to knead my bitterness away.I reached for my phone, trying to reach out to Clara but it dropped. Unable to connect.'Where do I go from here?' I said in my head, hoping for answers. Answers that never came.A warm, salty liquid tripped down my cheeks, and my eyes were heavy with the weight of shattered dreams. My chest ached with a dull throbbing pain, as if someone squeezed my heart. It was difficult to catch my breath, the same way it was impossible to escape the suffocating sense of disappointment that wrapped around me like a wall.'You should just get used to disappointment' I told myself before I carried my suitcase and left. The world felt strange a